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Ruth sighed; Spurlock stood up and drew his hand across his forehead as if awakening from a dream. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. ” “Does she have to sell her soul to the Devil?” Lucy asked, feeling stupid. ” “Any place would be beautiful,” said Ann Veronica, in a low voice. She had reason enough to be grateful to Prudence Sindlesham and it was not fair that this horrible feeling of loneliness should be made known to her. Both ladies were on easy and friendly terms with all that was best in Morningside Park society; they had an afternoon once a month that was quite well attended, they sometimes gave musical evenings, they dined out and gave a finish to people’s dinners, they had a full-sized croquet lawn and tennis beyond, and understood the art of bringing people together. In the struggle the pistol went off, but without damage to either party. “It rests with them by the nature of things. Do I blow off the head of a man with whom I am in love?’ ‘That,’ said Gerald, disengaging his hand and at last drawing her into his arms, ‘deserves a reward. Some of the hotel guests can act as witnesses. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish.
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